I am not sure where the semester has gone, but with only four weeks left I am wondering how time managed to fly even those days when I wasn’t having have all that much fun.

I don’t know that I fully understand time.  It never seems to cooperate with what I want.  When I wish time would fly it drags on and when I wish it would slow down it passes in the blink of an eye.  What’s up with that??

I wish we could call a time-out in life like they do in football games.  If only people could stop everything and take a few minutes to regroup and consider new strategies before moving forward.  Wouldn’t that be tremendously helpful?  I can’t help but wonder how much more successful, fulfilled, happy, rested, etc. I would be if I could just call a time-out here and there.  I can think of a dozen days over the past few months where a time-out would have served me well. Alas, they say time waits for no man…or woman…so I guess I get no time-outs.

So time marches on…and while I find myself running behind it today, on another day in another week I am sure I will wonder why the march has become so slow.  I surmise I should just be grateful that time so predictably continues on and that I get to continue being in the game…even if I don’t have any time-outs.  I guess I’ll just have to settle with running out the clock. 😉

Day four hundred and ninety-seven olf the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C